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and baby, we look so good when you by my side
See them looking everywhere we go
And they all know this my ho and I'm my own
Worst enemy, till I learn to live

Got hella time, get better from it
Got hella time, let's get her done it
Not spending time on less or nothing I'm mending lines so best is coming
These

(lets run it) 
Go to any hood because I’m from it (I’m from it)

I like the way dat’ that new Stang ride 
Them pipes loud make her come alive (aurrrrg)

shoes, says she needs her underoos
Let me on the loose, yeah
Motherfuckers lose, yeah
I don't hate people, I just fucking hate the world
Giving the court

all in the v come and see what we do
Listen I got breesh when I get up McFadden won't let up
They say run it back when they bumping me
I know niggas be

months, cops can't take me away
yeah, I let 'em go through my wallets ???
right after I beat him up, they breakin ??? wit a ???.
But I'm



Coo, coo, coo!

she was chilling in her home
Murdered George Floyd he was trynna cash a check
Murdered Willie Brown found him hanging by his neck
Murdered Rayshard

typa mission
When pockets wasn't large wasn't on my ass was getting busy
On her knees not for lord looked me in my eyes den got messy
Got sum bread but

dropping the top over east
Said I'm off the meter, I sip by the liter, you heard bout the talk in the streets
I pop out and eat her, and then I'm gon' beat

the way to win?
Not by being petty like Gabe over here
Sometimes you just need to stop talkin' And back up, honestly, go sit down I don't wanna make out,

winner
Started falling for you I had to go get her
No soul in him heart cold from all those cold winters
And I don't show no emotion like I'm a dope dealer

on the list

Go home late again, I know I fucked up big
She aint responding to my texts, I know I fucked up big
But now I got her mad at me, I know I fucked up

thinks I'm special
Screaming one of a kind (nah)
I got the education
Let me spell it
D-I-E die (die)
Fuck that bitch
I told her dumbass
That she cannot be

let her buss, talking bout you do not love me much
Cause i ain't rapping bout splashings and bootings
Don't for a second think man is a nuisance
I'm

a soul
Do what you gotta do
Get where you gotta go
No time to satisfy
My head is high
I never cry
About these wack rappers that had they time
I'm just

couple times, becoming apathetic
Days go by one after one just like the names on guest lists
The freshest out the culdesac to cause catastrophe
You want

Epic Rap Battles of History!
Mansa Musa versus Jeff Bezos!
Begin!
Wallah, by the holy Quran I lay my hand upon
I blaze Bezos, inflict inflammatory

I knew them niggas since elementary man
Them niggas is not built like that B
Dead ass
Facts
Dead ass
Yo lets split this shit
I gotta go upstairs

have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song

And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in

put her pride in a buggy and let her move on

Count me out these niggrs who won't let u go Shannon

I'm never what you think Hon
Young niggr just

cool
But people's hearts were like winter storms
So cold like the Arctic who?
Woah woah tell her mans what it do?
I don't make the figures but I make

Tomorrow, that's when I will see you.
Please let me tell you of my sorrow.
For a moment, just a moment, do I need you,
To explain my pain to you.
 
I

know 
What the fuck it take to get out of the snow

What it take to get outta the snow 
Boy molded by the cold 
Let the story be told 
Yeah I never did

a reason
If you knew all that I been thru
You would not believe me
And I'm quick to let her go
If she say she leaving
I don't need to stress baby
I'm with